At that moment, Su Fan was in the hall of his Cave Mansion in the market, while Martial Uncle Hong Ling lay sprawled on the Jade Couch, lacking even the strength to move.
Her entire body was limp and weak. Forget raising a hand—even wiggling her little toe was beyond her.
That bastard was practically a beast who had no idea how to cherish a woman.
"Ugh..."
The moment she tried to shift her body, a stabbing soreness made her bare her teeth. She cursed that damned beast again in her heart.
She let out a long breath, the grievance pent up in her chest almost spilling over.
This frustration was unbearable.
Hong Ling knew perfectly well that she had been thoroughly defeated by Su Fan this time, utterly and completely.
But what made her most flustered was that, facing that rough and overbearing brat, she couldn't summon even the slightest bit of hatred.
Not only did she not hate him, but deep in her heart, there was even a faint trace of infatuation.
Infatuation with the feeling of being under his control.
Seeing that Su Fan still had not returned, Hong Ling's eyes narrowed. She immediately released her entire Spiritual Sense, spreading it like an invisible net and taking in every movement throughout the market.
It took only a moment for her to catch Su Fan's aura. Yet according to her senses, that fellow was leisurely wandering around the market, with no intention of returning whatsoever.
What made it even more infuriating was that she saw Su Fan smiling as he haggled with a shopkeeper. His carefree appearance nearly made her choke.
That damned man.
Suppressing her anger, she picked up the Communication Formation Disk and sent Su Fan another message.
"When exactly are you coming back..."
Only after